I bumped into a stranger on the street
A man a voice on Sundays he’s a choir
And for the lonely elderly a treat
But here he’s just a face amid the mire

I turned and into woman I then brushed
A shelter’s kitchen was her destiny
Where her sweet smile would warm those life had crushed
Were those the hands now reaching out toward me

I struck a fellow as I neared the ground
He gives his time to aid our troubled youth
To help them turn tortured past around
But now he’s here to brace me from my truth

Among the strangers’ faces in the crowd
Are neighbors making reasons to be proud